I lie here awake yet again

Of course I would end up with a pen in my hand.

I told you I would soon be back writing

This time it is because my mind won’t stop fighting

The fight has been going on for hours

The thought of you is what it devours

Maybe your memory is a blessing, no it’s a curse

I wonder if it could be any worse.

These things that trouble me are they real

I would say so due to the fact that I feel.

Well I have said it once before

Now I guess I’ll say it once more

When I can’t sleep I first pray to God

That this frozen memory of you would be thawed.

I try to think of anything except you that I can

In hopes that I will soon see the sandman

When I’m still awake and my prayers aren’t answered

It makes me think that maybe by you I am conquered

It’s not something easy for me to admit

Especially when you aren’t willing to commit

Ohh this crazy game of love

It’s hard to believe it came from our Lord above.

Damn this wicked game of hearts

Why did we ever choose to start?

You can lie about your feelings for me all you want

But it never stops those memories that forever haunt

If you can live with that kind of torture

You must be some different kind of creature

I know that if it gets to me it must get to you

If you say it doesn’t you’re speaking against all your virtue

I don’t know how to make my argument any stronger

So I guess I won’t keep you any longer